The first thing Jenna noticed when she opened her eyes was that she had no
idea where she was. The walls were very white, and lights were shining
directly into her eyes. Jenna tried to look around the room to figure out
where she was, but she couldn't move her head.
"Hello?" Jenna called. "Is anyone here?" She heard a door open, but of
course, she couldn't see where it was.
Andrews walked into Jenna's line of sight. He stood over Jenna and asked,
"Are you alright?"
"I'm a little sore," Jenna said, and she knew it was true right after she'd
said it. "Can we . . . talk? Is anyone in here?"
"We're alone, and your parents won't disturb you for a while," Andrews
said. "You did a truly incredible thing. There aren't many Sinixes who've
faced a Sugricht and survived, not to mention killing the creature."
"So, it's dead?" Jenna asked. "I thought I'd killed it, but I didn't see
it die. Does this mean the killings will stop?"
"Yes," Andrews said. "At least until the next deranged creature decides to
start killing people for fun." Jenna sighed, and Andrews instantly
apologized, saying, "I'm sorry. You don't need to think about that now.
Just relax, you've done well."
"Where am I?" Jenna asked. "Is it still night?"
"You are at the Pollisville Hospital, and it is now eight o'clock in the
morning," Andrews said.
"Eight o'clock?" Jenna repeated. "I have to go home! I'm grounded, and my
mom doesn't know about the Sinix thing."
Andrews laughed. "Today is Sunday," he said. "You were in surgery for
thirteen hours, and you have been sleeping since then." Jenna gaped at
Andrews in surprise, and he explained.
"Yesterday, your mom didn't find you until noon. Your bedroom door was
locked, and your mother thought you were sleeping. As time passed,
however, she became worried and picked your lock with a bobby pin."
"Oh, poor Mom," Jenna said aloud. "So, she found me and a dead monster
together in a room? What happened?"
"There was no dead monster," Andrews said. "One of the convenient things
about Sugrichts, one of the only convenient things about them, is that
after they die, their bodies burn themselves, but not the other things
around them. Of course, if you touch their blood, you will probably get
Jenna remembered her hands. She tried to wiggle her fingers, but her hands
were covered in bandages. Andrews continued his soliloquy. "Your mother
entered your room, and found you in a pool of your own blood. She
immediately called an ambulance, then your father."
Jenna tried to imagine her mother seeing her hurt. Her mom had always
babied Jenna a little, she'd cried more than Jenna had when Jenna had
broken her arm. It was difficult for Jenna to imagine her mother being
able to call an ambulance without panicking.
"The police have examined your room," Andrews continued. "Your shirt was
off and on the other side of the room, which causes the police to believe
your assailant tried to rape you. The abundance of weapons distributed
throughout the room have encouraged the conclusion that he was going to
kill you afterward, and because some of the knives were so unusual, the
police have concluded that the attacker was the serial murder, because it
has used similar weapons before."
"So, no one knows the truth?" Jenna asked. "I mean, I know most people
aren't going to believe stories about inhuman creatures and secret
government programs, but doesn't anyone suspect anything?"
"Well, I'm sure that over the course of the next few weeks, there will be
wild stories in tabloids and so forth," Andrews said. "The ridiculous
stories they print are usually entirely false, but they are right
sometimes. Other than that, I don't think we need to worry about
"What about me?" Jenna asked. "Now that you don't need a special Sinix to
fight the Sugricht, are you going to make me suppress these memories and go
back to being ordinary Jenna again?"
"That's not an option," Andrews said. "Your memories include times when
you were at school and home, now. If we remove these memories, you will
notice that they are missing. I'm afraid you'll have to continue your life
the way it has been."
"That shouldn't be too bad," Jenna said. "Pollisville is a little town.
I'll fight a vampire here, a mutant there, and then go home and forget
"You did kill a Sugricht, and that is quite a feat," said Andrews. "Things
should be quiet . . . for a while."
Jenna was going to ask what he'd meant by "for a while," but he was gone
before she could question him.
There were no more serial murders, and the police eventually concluded that
when Jenna had fought off the "murderer," he'd fled. For a while, Jenna
was locally famous. Her picture was on the front page of the newspaper,
and her friends always asked her about what had happened. Jenna pretended
she didn't like to talk about it, and therefore she didn't have to remember
whatever details she told the police.
Jenna healed slowly, but she did heal. When the scars from the burning on
her hands had nearly faded, and she was allowed to stop wearing her arm
brace, the fame started to heal as well.
A few months later, a house in Pollisville burnt down. Police
investigated, and said that the fire was accidental. A woman had thrown a
lit cigarette into a trash can full of papers, and ignited the building.
No one was hurt.
That night, Jenna did her own investigation, and concluded that the fire
had been started by a creature. The time to fight had come again.